On April 19th, 2021, at 4:30 PM, a ceremony for peace by Steven Hager and the Seeds of Doubt will premiere on Youtube. Several songs from the film have already been posted on the site. “In Search for the Grail” is the film’s theme song.
On April 19th, 2021, at 4:30 PM, a ceremony for peace by Steven Hager and the Seeds of Doubt will premiere on Youtube. Several songs from the film have already been posted on the site. “In Search for the Grail” is the film’s theme song.
For eight days I have dwelt in the halls of Wall Street.
Robinhood buys were restricted for days…
Why did Rocket return to WSB?
For seven days I have dwelt in the halls of Wall Street playing strange Ape games
Some want to vampire Caesar’s genius mind or buy his life rights for banana peels
In 2019, a freelance day trader named Keith Gill decided to launch a campaign to save GameStop, which was being targeted for demise by Wall Street short-sellers. He bought a large position of the stock when it was $4 and began talking up his campaign on Reddit as “deepfuckingvalue” and on Youtube as “Roaring Kitty.” Gill believed if enough gamers joined this crusade, they might push value, possibly as high as $50. In August, 2020, he began promoting the idea of squeezing the hedge fund short sellers who had highly-leveraged positions and shorted over 100% of the stock. He urged his fans to “hold the line, because we set the price.”
Millennial gamers (as well as many GenX and Boomers) joined this campaign en mass (and suddenly Gill’s shares were worth millions), but it was not until Elon Musk tweeted “Gamestonk,” that value jumped from $70 to $400. Gill’s shares were now worth around $50 million. That’s when Robinhood (run by Vladimir Tenev) suspended sales because so many were buying the stock, crashing value to $150. The reason they gave was concern over meeting SEC requirements, not any liquidity issues, but two days later they got a billion dollar infusion. There seems to be a link between the major shareholders on Robinhood and the hedge funds short selling GameStop. Gill, meanwhile, nonchalantly posted a screen shot of his position, indicating he had sold zero stock and made no attempt to take profits from the surge. His gamer army quit Robinhood, migrated to Vanguard or Fidelity or some other brokerage, and kept buying the stock until it rebounded over $300.
This is not some normal situation. The gamers are refusing to sell their shares, what they call “diamond hands.” The short sellers won’t back down either. They have lost $19 billion so far and stand to lose a whole lot more. They can’t understand why these kids won’t take 5,000 percent profits (what the gamers call “tendies”) and go home.
Wall Street will likely never be quite the same as this group has grown into the millions and they now represent one of the most powerful hedge funds in the world, only they are decentralized and democratic.
Well, not quite since Gill is the leader, and is now to the gamers like Jerry Garcia was to the Deadheads.
The most amazing thing is how they refuse to take the money and have drawn a line in the sand to reign in the predatory practices of Wall Street, which is a fixed game favoring the already rich. But there’s suddenly a new game in town. The gamers have developed their own hilariously nihilistic zeitgeist with an ever-expanding slang that has become almost impenetrable to outsiders. They call each other “autistic retards” as a badge of honor. The best I can correlate is this is similar to black use of the “n” word. They call stocks “stonks.” They talk of somebody’s wife’s boyfriend, which has become an endlessly running gag. The last week, however, the community got an amazing jolt as millions upon millions flowed into their coffers. Then Robinhood cut the wind from their sails.
While a few boomers, like me, immediately sold all shares, I was so shamed afterwards by my millennial son, that I bought back in with diamond hands after spending a few hours at r/wallstreetbets. I sent a tip to Keith immediately, not realizing it was a faux pax. He doesn’t want tips and prefers you buy stock instead.
You really have to go to r/wallstreetbets to get a sense of how passionate these crusaders are.
Not financial advice. I just like the stonk.
Study the Scythians to help navigate the missing history of religion. Their religion was documented by Herodotus, the father of Western history.
Scythians believed god sent them three golden objects: a golden cup, a golden plough, and a golden battle ax.
The cup was too hot too touch, but one day a boy was able to pick it up. His offspring became the royal Scythians, in charge of appointing the Enares, who ran the ceremonies. The family with the plough was put in charge of planting hemp and other crops in the foothills of the Caucasus Mountains. During the summer, they moved their herds up the mountain fields to graze, and returned to the banks of the Black Sea during the winter. I could write a long time about their customs, even though they had no written language and everything we know comes from Persia or from Greece, in other words, their enemies. The Scythians built and controlled the Silk Road, which meant they were also involved in the slave, drug and spice trades. Silk didn’t appear until millennia later.
When the straits of Bosphorus were first breached, possibly due to a meteor strike, sea water flooded into the Black Sea burying all the towns and villages on the shore, as well as several islands. The survivors move away, some to Turkey, some to Persia, some to Afghanistan. They develop flood myths.
Meanwhile, in Bactria a new avatar emerges, Zoroaster, who is using the Scythian sacraments, and popularizes drinking hot milk mixed with cannabis, which turns out to be the most effective delivery system, both for medicinal and inspirational purposes. Zoroaster is a barefoot holy man, not a warrior like Heracles, the previous avatar. He carries a magic stick instead of a magic sword. He saves the tribe through feats of magic, not through feats of strength.
The first Zoroastrian king of Persia (Cyrus the Great) defeats the corrupt Babylonian empire and replaces it with a more enlightened form of government. He frees the Jews enslaved by Babylon and says, “Take this money and go back to Jerusalem and rebuild your temple and write down the history of your tribe.”
Naturally, they create a new avatar to update Abraham, named Moses, who is based off Zoroaster. They both go to the top of “smokey” mountain and come back with god’s rules after conversing with a burning bush.
Alexander the Great’s father becomes the first to defeat the Scythians in battle, opening the way for his son to march across the Silk Road and conquer Bactria. Meanwhile a new avatar emerged in India and became popular in Bactria. His name was Buddha. The great pantheons of Indian, Greek, Egyptian and Persian gods had been rejected by Zoroaster, who created the first monotheistic religion, but Buddha creates the first “no gods” religion in which your fate is ruled by karma, not by whims of some god.
Alexander embraces Buddhism before he dies and for centuries afterwards the entire Middle East becomes Buddhist with a Greek flavor. Judea borders the Greco-Buddhist empire, and soon the most advanced Jews are working on a new avatar, inspired by Buddha. Stories and scrolls are written to celebrate this new movement, which is vegetarian and seeks to stop the slaughter of birds and animals inside the temple.
This is a small, tiny movement, but one that troubles Rome, so they send one of their citizens to persecute these new Christians causing trouble in the temple, interfering with the slaughter of animals and birds, which makes a lot of profit (and Rome gets a cut).
The persecutor is unable to wipe out the movement, so he joins it and becomes its biggest influencer after the movement’s leader, James, is thrown off a tower and murdered. Thus ends any talk of vegetarianism.
Two hundred years later, a boy is born of a Christian father and Zoroastrian mother in Persia, and develops unique theories on religion at a young age, amazing the Magi while only 12. He successfully merges all religion to end war, and becomes a hunted man in return. He is such a vegetarian he won’t eat roots, only freely fallen fruits, nuts and vegetables. Lured out of safe haven in India he is skinned alive and decapitated for the crime of trying to end war. His murder makes him famous worldwide and the mercenary army of Rome begins flocking to his religion in droves, reading the bible he wrote by himself in his own unique calligraphy. He was the greatest portrait painter of his time. His temples spread over the world, until it got so big, Rome got worried again.
That’s when Constantine embraces a small cult designed to give comfort to the poor, and transforms it into an imperial juggernaut to take over the world. Many elements of Mani’s life are incorporated into the story of Jesus.
Not a single temple, bible, nor painting of Mani’s survives the great Inquisition, although pockets survive in modified form, like the Cathars in France. Eventually the Pope will order them all slaughtered to stop the spread of Mani’s dualism.
Mani had been healing the blind and lame, not with magic, but with the original oil of Moses, a mixture of cannabis resin suspended in olive oil with some spices, and a tad of opium and ephedra if available.
Rome disappears Mani and disappears cannabis at the same time. The Scythian holy grail, which was about the substance inside the cup, is transformed into the Christian Eucharist.
Johanna Harcourt-Smith was 26-years-old when she met Timothy Leary. After Leary turned informant, she was branded a CIA-honeypot by Allen Ginsberg and shunned by just about everyone. For a time, most of the counterculture turned on Leary and his acid queen.
The primary person Leary ratted out was a lawyer named Michael Kennedy who’d engineered Leary’s prison escape through the terrorist Weather Underground. Leary was only told they “were political people,” not that they were terrorist bombers responsible for the death of a San Francisco policeman. The Weather Underground sought to use Leary as a publicity tool by sending him to Algeria to live with Eldridge Cleaver. They wanted to replay the film Algeria, which documented the success of a terrorist Islamic-Marxist revolution led by downtrodden Muslims, who had no rights in French Algeria. Hundreds of thousands died in their fight for independence, and the Weather Underground was envisioning a similar scenario in the USA, except led by middle-class teenagers. The real mission, however, was driving the left violent in order to marginalize and isolate it from the mainstream.
In 1969, Leary successfully legalized cannabis for a brief moment when he appealed a pot conviction all the way to the Supreme Court and won, so the antiquated 1937 Marijuana Tax Act had to be swiftly replaced by the Controlled Substances Act, which broadened the reign of terror on medicinal plants.
In 1987, when I arrived at High Times the entire editorial staff had recently been fired over the Christmas holidays. The magazine was teetering on insolvency and circulation had cratered. The advertising base consisted of two companies selling lookalike pills obviously intended to be sold as real on the blackmarket. Caffeine was likely the primary ingredient. The magazine had recently relocated to save money on rent, and the files that survived were in a shambles. There were no photo files, and no manuscript log for unsolicited articles. All unsolicited material disappeared into a black hole. The publisher was an accountant who kept the magazine running by cutting expenses. But the publisher turned out to be a puppet for lawyer Kennedy.
Tom Forcade had created a trust to gift the company to loyal employees in the event of his demise, but when Kennedy learned of this, he immediately engineered a trip to the bank vault where the document was stored, and wrote his name on the list of trustees, while promising to serve as “protecter” of the agreement.
Soon Tom was dead from a self-inflicted gunshot wound and Kennedy conspiring with Tom’s widow and family, including Tom’s lawyer uncle, the author of the trust. He was a former tank commander in WWII who’d been recruited into military intelligence. Employees began exiting en mass, mostly through sudden firings, but some because the thrill was gone. High Times became a treacherous environment run like an intelligence operation, where information was on a need-to-know basis.
Since the counterculture media had died or been co-opted by the 1980s, being put in charge of a nationally-distributed magazine represented a huge opportunity and I had no problem turning the financial situation around instantly just by upgrading the magazine’s content and focusing on celebrating the remaining counterculture, which included the Grateful Dead followers and Rainbow Family. One day A. Craig Copetus, one of the original High Times employees, visited the office. He seemed surprised to hear Kennedy had taken control. “Right before he died, Tom held a meeting and told us not to let Kennedy get control,” said Copetus. Obviously, Tom had second thoughts about that trip to the bank vault.
I sent a letter to Kennedy outlining my plans for creating universal, non-violent ceremonies that would focus on ending the drug war. I was already doing these cannabis-infused ceremonies in Amsterdam as part of the Cannabis Cup, as well as filming them, and felt a class-action lawsuit could be successfully mounted to protect hippies from persecution by claiming pot was a legitimate sacrament. To bolster these claims, I’d been accumulating evidence Zoroastrianism, the foundation for Judaism and Christianity, had originated as a cannabis cult, and the smoking bush of Moses was a reference to the inspirational power of cannabis. Despite offering a splendid opportunity for Kennedy to double-pay himself and get tremendous publicity for himself (and for the magazine), and increase sales, and especially because it would save countless thousands from jail and financial ruin, Kennedy never responded to the letter.
What Kennedy did instead is launch a series of campaigns to have me fired. A series of publishers were installed, all instructed to “start looking for a new editor.” Attempts were made to kill the Cannabis Cup, but I managed to offload that to Michael Esterson for a licensing fee. The agreement also kept videotaping alive as Esterson agreed to cover that cost. But as soon as the WHEE! festival became profitable, and Mountain Girl agreed to move the festival to her estate, Kennedy summoned me to his office, where he unexpectedly declared WHEE was dead. Kennedy informed me it was a huge waste of time and resources. Bolstering this lie required support from the publisher, who was Mike Edison at the time, who would soon be fired, and who later write a revenge memoir branding me as incompetent. Apparently, among my many crimes was believing the assassinations of the 1960s deserved further investigation, and that a group of teens from Marin had invented 420.
The next year, the trust dissolved and Trans High Corporation gifted to the employees. I was given some token shares along with a handful of other real employees, but Kennedy and Tom’s family held the majority. Kennedy moved into the High Times office and began running the operation into the ground. Meanwhile, I could never comprehend why Kennedy was so angry with me all the time since I’d been making him millions and sales sank without me at the helm. He was living on billionaires row on Central Park South, his summer residence was an ocean-front property in the Yale enclave in the Hamptons, and he also had a winter home in Palm Beach, as well as an estate in Ireland. I was a single dad living hand-to-mouth with two kids with a disabled wife to support at a different location, and just eking by thanks to the debates I was doing on college campuses against the former head of the New York DEA.
One day, I was summoned to Kennedy’s office where he introduced me to Buffalo Mailer, Norman Mailer’s son. Kennedy wanted Buffalo to provide some young energy to the aging editorial staff, so he was being installed as Executive Editor and I needed to introduce him to staff as if it was my idea.
The following day, I was again summoned to Kennedy’s office upon arrival in the morning, where a shame-faced Mailer held a copy of a just-released New York magazine, which contained an interview with Richard Stratton where he announced his next project: running High Times. Kennedy had made a secret deal with Stratton and Mailer was Stratton’s stalking horse. I felt sorry for Mailer, for allowing himself to be dragged into participating in a slimy hoodwink. At the editorial meeting later that morning where Mailer announced the real situation to the staff, only Natasha shed tears for me. The others were already angling for elevation on the masthead.
I was moved out of the office so as not to interfere with the transition. I could never understand why nobody wanted my participation as I’d always thought of magazines as a team effort, and the goal was assembling the best possible staff. My investigative journalism had been a significant part of the magazine’s success, so why wouldn’t that continue? Instead, my contribution was limited to a 500-word monthly column, for which I was paid a steadily dwindling salary.
One day I got an email from Johanna saying she wanted to talk. I’d believed the stories about her being a CIA agent, but I was having second thoughts about that, as well as the truth concerning Kennedy’s participation in the Weather Underground. I knew Bill Ayers remained a close friend since I’d recently edited Kennedy’s adopted daughter’s wedding video.
I soon began formulating my alternative history of the 1960s, in which Tim Leary and Charlie Manson are manipulated pawns deployed to de-tooth the counterculture. Knowing I was on treacherous ground, I sent an email to Kennedy requesting permission to interview Johanna. Strangely, I got a response right away, and it contained an emotional plea not to because the memories remained an open wound. That email was nothing like any other email I ever received from Kennedy. It wasn’t like him to show weakness.
Johanna died recently from breast cancer, but she was able to finally get her story out. She’d watched Wormwood on Netflix and felt compelled to contact the filmmaker, who’d instantly agreed to interview her. During the film, it becomes apparent Johanna felt she was being manipulated into Leary’s orbit and it was through surveillance on her that the CIA was keeping tabs on Leary. But she’d never been a knowing participant. And I believe this is the way a lot of intel operations work. Few have any clue to the unseen strings or who the puppet masters might be.
Johanna had become promiscuous at age 15, and a parade of powerful people connected to arms trafficking and illegal drugs soon became her friends and lovers. She became part of the Rolling Stones jet-setting entourage. At 26, she was likely nearing the end of a glamorous career as swinging super hottie, when Aleister Crowley devotee Anita Pallenberg (who’d inspired the Stones “Sympathy for the Devil” phase), told her to look up Leary because he was available and hiding out in Switzerland.
At their first meeting Leary pulled out Crowley Tarot deck.
I was disappointed the film never delved into whether Johanna could have been sold by her mother to the CIA as an MK/Ultra sex slave. She’d had a raging libido from the age of 15, and typically held at least eight males under her command at all times. The reason Wormwood resonated so deeply could have been because her role as an acid queen was ordained.
The sad truth about Leary is he was half-visionary and half-huckster. His first book on the psychedelic experience was based around the Tibetan Book of the Dead, magic incantations intended to lead the dying to nirvana, basically the same hoodwink MI6 operative Somerset Maugham deployed in the Razor’s Edge, in which the secrets of the universe are located in Eastern philosophies. Imagine leading people from India or China to adopt Catholicism as the true faith. Enlightenment is not like climbing a mountain. You don’t reach the top and become released from temporal bondage. There is no nirvana, no heaven, no hell, no eternal soul. You’re just replacing one Santa Claus story with another. The real secret to magic and religion is it only works on believers.
Strangely, the Weather Underground celebrated the Manson murders, and held Charlie up as a counterculture hero for “killing pigs.” They also celebrated Sirhan Sirhan for the same reason. Both Leary and Manson were held in isolation at the same prison, but their cells strangely located next door, allowing them to communicate.
“They took you off the streets so I could continue your work,” said Manson.
After JFK was assassinated a cottage industry appeared to spread outlandish theories about what really happened. Real researchers like Penn Jones, Silvia Meagher, Harold Weisberg were suddenly snowed under by crank leads and rabbit holes leading nowhere. These efforts were only magnified when Jim Garrison began investigating the case in New Orleans. Probably the most effective stream of this gunk was manufactured by Discordians some of whom had been obviously unwittingly captured into participating in a clever counterintelligence operation designed to neutralize the real researchers. Apparently, the Discordians believed the Garrison investigation was a fraud, which justified their attempts at conspiracy theory monkey wrenching.
A lot of the gunk involved various theories regarding MK/Ultra mind control experiments, something few had any clue to in the mid-sixties. Mind control eventually became a subject pervaded with disinfo, starting with the first books on the subject, Were We Controlled by Lincoln Lawrence, followed swiftly by Operation Mind Control by Walter Bowart.
Lincoln Lawrence turned out to be a regular on the emerging UFO circuit (real name: Art Ford), who claimed to have discovered a ray-gun at the North Pole that was over 100,000 years old. Most people thought this artifact looked like a toy pistol. Ford’s book claimed Oswald was a KGB sleeper agent and had been set-up as a patsy. He claimed the real story was published by a Chicago publisher, who turned out to be Novel Books, which was Kerry Thornley’s publisher as well, which should tell you all you need to know about this rabbit hole. Thornley’s editor at Novel was Louise Lacey, who would later be “ordained” as a Discordian Pope. Surely this is the most dubious distinction any JFK researcher can hold. Who would fund the rise of a fake religion dedicated to spreading fake news about the JFK assassination? The answer is James Angleton.
Bowart is an even more interesting character. An orphan from Omaha, Nebraska (which means he likely could have resided at Boy’s Town, the most famous Catholic orphanage in the world), Bowart moved to New York City in the early sixties and in 1965 became a founder of the East Village Other. He married Mellon heiress Peggy Hitchcock, whose brother Billy funded the spread of Orange Sunshine across the globe, while his uncle Richard Scaife invented the Radical Right. While the Astor, Vanderbilt, Morgan and Carnegie dynasties have disappeared, the Mellon clan remains richer than ever.
Bowart and Hitchcock bore two children but the marriage didn’t last, although Bowart got a few thousand a month in alimony for several months after the divorce was finalized. He moved to Arizona and created a publishing company for exploring metaphysical topics. Decades later, it would be determined Boy’s Town was a center for recruiting child sex slaves, similar to what Jeffrey Epstein ended up doing. Apparently, managing sex slaves can be very profitable and most of the profit comes through either selling the tapes or using them as blackmail.
Like many others in the alternative media, I originally mistook Bowart as an honest researcher, but later in life I happened to pick up his book and went through a painful reevaluation, starting with the list of influencers given credit in the opening pages for shaping his zeitgeist. I was startled to see this list begin with Chip Berlet, an obvious intel propagandist who was head of the Friends of Albania in Chicago while also serving as an FBI informant. Berlet would go on to lead pushback against those claiming the the CIA killed JFK, who were suffering from a fake mental disorder he labeled “conspiracism.”
Berlet had a mirror operation on the right that was much bigger and better funded being run through Lyndon LaRouche. These two centers of propaganda staged a dogma war for a few decades, LaRouche asserting a Jewish cabal was running run the world while Berlet batted down those theories as far-right antisemitism.
Also on Bowart’s list was British intelligence super spook William Stephenson (misspelled “Stevenson”), the man who ran the world’s largest propaganda campaign in history from free offices on the 35 and 36th floor of Rockefeller Center.
Also on the list was Fletcher Prouty, the primary whistleblower on the JFK assassination from inside the Pentagon, who in hindsight appears to have been a backstop and not a real whistleblower as none of his information ever led to an official investigation of anyone.
To unravel counterintelligence operations, one only need identify the major designated influencer on a subject and before long more will reveal themselves as part of the team because these operations involve budgets and can always outlast and outwit any independent investigative researchers. Today, we have the phony Q-Anon community as the modern update on Discordianism, but the impact is the same, which is to muddy the waters on real deep state information, the people who ran the MK/Ultra assassins.
Mind control was a deep CIA secret for decades, part of the family jewels, which is why a cottage industry appeared to plant rabbit holes on the subject as soon as the public became aware of the situation. Oswald likely went through behavior modifications through hypnotism, and was probably told these experiments were designed to help him maintain his cover while in Russia. We know Oswald was hypnotized by David Ferrie while serving as a cadet in the Civil Air Patrol because Ferrie hypnotized all his cadets. One thing that stands out: orphans and those without strong father figures seem to make the best subjects.
There are numerous candidates for the list of CIA-programmed assassin: Mark David Chapman, Sirhan Sirhan, and John Hinckley. But one of the best documented cases is also among the least well-known.
Luis Angel Castillo was imprisoned for robbery in Bordentown Reformatory in New Jersey, another site documented as conducting MK/Ultra experiments. Raised in Puerto Rico by Cuban nationals, he left Puerto Rico to attend school in Cuba in 1960. This may have been part of a JM/Wave penetration project. He was trained for several years as a Cuban intelligence agent. In late 1966, he changed identities with a Filipino living in Chicago named Antonio Reyes Eloriaga, at the direction of the Cuban Intelligence Service, for the purpose of using Eloriaga’s Philippine passport to go to the Philippines.
Castillo departed Chicago for the Philippines, traveling under a Philippine passport taken from a Philippine national illegally in the USA. Apparently his mission was to assassinate Ferdinand Marcos, who was dipping his fingers excessively into the stolen gold stashed by the Japanese after WWII and recovered by Yale Bonesmen working with Opus Dei. Marcos was getting kickbacks for contributing soldiers to aid the war in Vietnam.
Once in the Philippines Castillo was arrested by security services and claimed to be a Castro secret agent and offered his services in assassinating Huk guerrillas. But then they decided to submit Castillo to drugs and hypnosis and an entirely different story popped out. He quickly confessed to being among 14 Cuban intelligence agents who had been deployed in Dallas for Kennedy’s assassination after which he flew to Chicago in a plane piloted by a Russian-looking women named Jean Dole of Madison, Wisconsin.
It appears Castillo could have been a shooter, or back-up patsy linked to Castro if anything went south with the Oswald-as-lone-assassin scenario. One of the assassins, John Roselli, would float the theory that a CIA team sent into Cuba to kill Castro had been turned by Castro and sent back to kill JFK. In a sense, this is what happened, only the team was not “turned” by Castro. Castillo claimed to have been positioned on the second floor of the Dal-Tex Building with a rifle in his lap that he had no memory of firing (a detail that could easily have been hypnotically erased). Also of note, Castillo claimed the rifle was produced out of a bag in two parts, which corresponds to Ed Hoffman’s testimony of the grassy knoll gunman, as well as Joseph Milteer’s description of the weapon.
Apparently, Castillo never had a clear idea of who he really worked for. The CIA put immense effort into locating people who were easy to hypnotize and used them for a variety of ops and Castillo pioneered a list that now includes Sirhan Sirhan, Mark Chapman, John Hinckley and Donald DeFreeze. The problem was Castillo had so many multiple personalities it became exceedingly difficult to determine which statements might be true, as opposed to those hypnotically planted.
“Castillo was visited by a World Health Organization-based doctor,” claims Victor Arcega, “who tried and failed to re-hypnotize him.” Life, Time and Post correspondents interviewed him, while warning him to “shut up. In 1968, Castillo returned to the US on charges of mischief and vagrancy and entered an Illinois federal jail, but his wife (and soon-to-be ex), swore he never spent a day in jail. Within a month, the Illinois governor pardoned Castillo. “The last time he was seen, his mother was told Luis was shopping for clothes and travel stuff, preparing for a ‘missionary’ trip. To Angola.”
In 1981, while I was working as a reporter for the New York Daily News, I had the opportunity to meet the well-known psychic researcher, Dr. Karlis Osis. I knew he did a lot of top-secret work for the CIA and other unnamed agencies and was expecting him to be aloof and intimidating. Instead, I found him to be open and generous. I was researching a story on haunted houses in New York City, and was looking for any leads he could provide.
Osis immediately revealed that in all the time he’d spent investigating psychic phenomena, only one case really stood out and it involved an apparition seen by three people simultaneously. The trio had been so shaken by the experience, that they’d sought trauma counseling from a psychologist. My personal experiences with psychedelics in the ’60s, had already convinced me early in life that telepathic energies were real. One of Osis’ best-known books involves the study of near-death experiences. Around half the people who work with the dying on a regular basis believe spirits come to welcome the dead to their new home when people die. This is a common near-death experience. Osis’ other main area of research was remote viewing. Much of that research was done for the CIA and probably remains classified, but Osis was working with a psychic in an attempt to penetrate Soviet installations with out-of-body experiences. He hadn’t done much work with haunted houses because he thought most of the cases were hoaxes created for profit. True Ghost Stories details a very spooky story Osis opened up his files for me to write about. I even got to listen to tape recordings of the original interviews. It was an amazing afternoon.
On March 11, 1972, Dr. Karlis Osis was seated at his large, walnut desk on the fourth floor of the American Society of Psychical Research on West 73rd Street, when he received a call from a psychology professor at Columbia University. Was Osis interested in looking at a haunted house?
Of the of dozens of psychic investigators in New York City, Osis is certainly the most respected and well-known. Unlike some, he pursues his profession out of scientific curiousity rather than for money. The society he works for is non-profit: instead of mass-market paperbacks, Osis writes detailed research papers.
Since it’s very difficult for para-psychologists to find authentic data, Osis was immediately interested in the Columbia professor’s report that a young acquaintance of his and two of her friends had seen an apparition. The experience had upset them all, and they were looking for professional advice.
On March 16, Osis met with two women and one man. “The first thing I did was put them in different rooms,” he says, “because I wanted to question them separately to find out how closely their stories matched.”
The first person he talked to was Jean Lodge (not her real name), in whose apartment the incident had occurred. He recorded their conversation.
Jean told how she had moved into an apartment in Brooklyn in December. From her first night there, she was frequently bothered by the sensation of being watched. At first, she dismissed this as a product of a lively imagination, but the feeling recurred several times.
She began to tell friends about her feelings and discovered her best friend, Patti Hart, was having similar sensations when she visited the apartment. Shortly afterwards, Jean was awakened out of deep sleep several times by strange noises. She became convinced someone—or something—was trying to scare her. Although Jean isn’t particularly religious, she hung a silver cross on the living room wall, put rosary beads over her door, and kept an open Bible next to her bed. “Why should I feel this way?” she wondered. “This is my apartment. I’m alone here.”
But Jean became so became so uncomfortable in the apartment she actively began looking for another place to live. In February she found one.
On March 1, she went with her friend to pick up the keys to the new apartment. “I was very happy that night,” she recalled. “I was supposed to move in the next Saturday, but we decided to move some clothes and suitcases over right away. Patti’s husband came with us to help. I was exhilarated because I felt I’d finally be left alone.”
As the three sat in her old apartment, they heard someone sobbing in the bedroom.
Patti got up to investigate. She stood in the doorway and motioned for the others to come look and see what she could see.
“I was afraid,” recalled Jean. “I didn’t really expect to see anything, but when I looked inside I saw bloody body parts scattered across the foot of my bed, apparently the mutilated remains of a very young child. On the left-hand side of the room, standing a few feet from the window, I saw a very old, wrinkled and shriveled woman who had an evil smirk on her face and she looked terribly angry.” Patti’s husband took one glimpse and ran out of the apartment, asking the others to follow. But stunned and in shock, Jean just backed away from the terrible sights and stood motionless in the living room, while Patti continued to look into the bedroom in stunned silence.
“How long did you see it?” asked Osis.
“A couple of minutes.”
“How was the clarity?”
“You could definitely discern a person and the cut-up parts of a child.”
Did you turn on the light afterwards?”
“No, the light in the bedroom was broken.”
Patti eventually grabbed Jean by the arm and forced her back into the bedroom, which by then appeared back to normal. Patti told Jean to say the words: “You didn’t win. You didn’t get me.” When Jean spoke the words, however, she distinctly saw the old woman’s face in the window staring straight at her, and smiling.
After talking with all three witnesses, Osis was convinced they’d seen the same apparition. He spent many weeks investigating the apartment, and police files were checked out to see if a murder had taken place anywhere nearby. Osis studied several possibilities, but produced no evidence and no theory.
“Unfortunately, nothing turned up,” he says sadly. “Jean never returned to the apartment and she never had another experience. Police records didn’t show anything, and a psychic who visited the apartment did not identify the presence of a spirit. There are many theories as to the cause of apparitions, but we really don’t know anything about them.”
A catastrophic terror event took thousands of innocent lives in Manhattan. Almost immediately, Osama bin Laden was identified as the most likely culprit by the national media. Bin Laden was a rich Saudi who had moved to Afghanistan to assist the CIA’s war against the Soviet invaders. After the Soviets withdrew, much of his mercenary army was moved to resist the Serbian genocide of Bosnian Muslims.
Almost immediately, the Patriot Act was railroaded through Congress. It had been prepared in advance. Almost immediately a war was launched to grab the biggest opium fields in the world in Afghanistan, followed by a war to grab the biggest oil field in the Middle East, in Iraq, a country with zero connections to the events of 9/11.
The ensuing wars won bonzo profits for the military-industrial-complex, and especially so for Dick Cheney’s old company Halliburton, but destabilized the region and resulted in hundreds of thousands of civilian casualties and millions of people displaced from their homes.
Almost immediately, the crime scene in New York was demolished and destroyed, while the residents of the city were told the air was safe to breath. Soon, that would be established as perhaps the greatest lie of all, but the list is long and grows longer through the years.
The day of the event, the internet exploded with crackpot conspiracy theory, some of which contained elements of truth mixed up with lots of easily disproved misinformation. This eventually morphed into a “truth” movement infested by intel influencers, who salted false trails in all directions.
A year-and-a-half after 9/11, Pakistan ISI picked up Khalid Sheikh Mohammed and turned him over to the CIA, who renditioned him to Gitmo and proceeded to torture him for years, while also waterboarding him 183 times, “enhanced interrogation techniques” designed to break his personality. Two weeks after Khalid was picked up, we invaded Iraq and destroyed the social fabric of that country, a campaign that resulted in nearly a half million casualties.
Gitmo torture would have been illegal on US soil, and “confessions” extracted under such duress have no more credibility than those extracted by Jesuit inquisitors during their crackdown on the Renaissance. So what is it about 9/11 that resulted in this two-decade delay in prosecuting the case, which is now scheduled to go before a military tribunal in 2021?
It’s amazing two psychologists with zero experience in interrogations or terrorism were paid $81 million dollars to administer torture to the Gitmo detainees, at least a quarter of whom were completely innocent and never should have been abducted in the first place. After the reality of what was going on leaked out to Congress, audio and video tapes of all torture sessions were swiftly destroyed by the CIA.
The Report is a film about the decade-long investigation conducted by Daniel Jones, a Senate staffer for Dianne Feinstein, vice chair of the Intelligence Committee. Jones was given access to millions of CIA documents and emails and spent seven years tracking every detainee through the system, discovering some painful truths along the way. Unfortunately, his report was suppressed and never made public.
But his conclusions are presented in this film, and they include that the CIA knew the torture sessions would not produce credible evidence, only fake confessions. Why would the CIA pay $81 million dollars to conduct worthless interrogations? Even more startling, the film exposes the lies of Zero Dark Thirty, a blatant propaganda film that attempted to justify Gitmo torture as essential to the capture and assassination of Osama Bin Laden, who was probably already long dead anyway.
But the film really stops short of examining the bigger questions, like who really planned 9/11, and who really was murdered in Pakistan?
So the reason the CIA snatched 775 people and tortured them for years was not to get to the real story of 9/11, but to create the false impression they had actually rounded up the perpetrators , while extracting confessions that could be touted in the media to justify the war on terror.
The film is certainly worth watching on Amazon, even though it does drag on while skirting around some obvious truths. Maybe if more Americans start putting two and two together, the scales may fall from their eyes. I know it’s difficult for many to confront the reality international terrorism is a tool of intelligence agencies and deployed to justify a fascist military state that inflicts the terror through secret operations.
The truth is the Gitmo torture sessions laid a foundation for a future wave of jihadist terrorism, because that’s exactly what’s going to happen. When you foment violence (especially upon innocent people), eventually that violence will come back at you in some form. In intelligence, it’s called “blowback,” and the CIA is well aware of the impact and implications.